Wednesday, October 13, 2004
In a cemetery at midnight I sit as dead as those beneath.
My heart still beats, but it does not know the death of the flesh.
After cool air fills my lungs, I exhale unwanted desires and lusts.
In a cemetery at midnight I sit as dead as those beneath.
My heart is as dark as the night that circumferences me.
A heart I wish to put rest tonight.
My heart still beats, but it does not know the death of the flesh.
After cool air fills my lungs, I exhale unwanted desires and lusts.
In a cemetery at midnight I sit as dead as those beneath.
My heart is as dark as the night that circumferences me.
A heart I wish to put rest tonight.
